Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Nashthinks... About Death

So serious right?

Well, when I was young, I lost my sibling, and I don't know why, but I can't... I don't, I should say, feel the same?

And I know that most people would assume that I would never feel complete again, but that's not the case. What I can feel is... grey?

In an episode of The Golden Girls, Blanche talks to Dorothy about feeling Magenta, not too blue to be sad, not too green to be envious, not too red to be in rage... I think you get it.

I feel like I've never met him, my sibling, and that I don't know who he is. When I look at his photo, there is no emotion, it's gone for some reason.

Should I feel this way? What can I do?

Thanks, Nash.

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